Actions, they speak louder than
words
Every one I make always seem
disconnected
From any thoughts
Much like two trains on opposite
tracks
Like me and most of the living in
this world
They question my moves but I
Remain quiet for my moves are just
as I
Play chess – on impulse
Move after move
No strategy, no pre-thoughts for
multiple turn
Named clueless and ignorant perhaps
Might it be I simply know what I
want?
Are the ingredients that complete me
villainous,
Careless
Is it me against the world? For if
not,
Why do others seem to always try to
trip me,
So that I am always down?

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